Late July, early evening, and here I wait
I let the engine idle just in case
You've got your feet up on the dash there
Your head thrown back grinning face in the air
And we both pretend like we don't care
'Cause you're scared to say you're scared of shadows
So you better grab your gloves
We're both boxers, babe, we don't make love


I know that hawks don't share
You won't tell mе what you see from way up there
Our wings will rust and how cruel it is that wе mistrust

The sea of sadness she is starving
and you'll feed her frowns
Like a fool I'll follow, tenderly I'll drown
'Cause I've got a soft spot for your madness
and your fierce embrace
And the quiet violence in your face

I know that hawks don't share
You won't tell me what you see from way up there
Our wings will rust and how cruel it is that we mistrust
I know that hawks don't share
You won't tell me what you see from way up there
Our wings will rust and how cruel it is that we mistrust
That we mistrust